Writing about my Mum’s Euthanasia and my Dad’s Suicide was cathartic. There’s something about writing your thoughts to make sense of it all that can relieve the amount of weight it holds in your mind. It also frees up more of my energy to think about resilience and how it can help save one life from suicide, as many times as possible. As a result, one thought I’ve been wrestling with recently is the notion of stoicism or being stoic.
I thought I was being stoic until my wife just put it bluntly- “you’re unhappy and need to get some help, you can’t rely on me for emotional support, reconnect with your friends and talk to them about your problems”
Even after that I had the attitude that my problems weren’t even that bad, so many people have it far worse, who would even listen to my boring problems? It was like imposter syndrome for depression!
I thought I was being stoic until my wife just put it bluntly- “you’re unhappy and need to get some help, you can’t rely on me for emotional support, reconnect with your friends and talk to them about your problems”
Even after that I had the attitude that my problems weren’t even that bad, so many people have it far worse, who would even listen to my boring problems? It was like imposter syndrome for depression!
Once again I find myself agreeing with you completely, mate. Love it.